111 XXX (disguised as directed by family members)

The numbers and letters in the title belong to the license plate of the driver of the white Jeep who taught me a driving lesson this morning.  Apparently, I needed to know that it is perfectly acceptable to drive through a yellow light even if I have been waiting for an emergency vehicle to clear the intersection.  It is also okay to use the rude finger gesture and an impatient wave to urge someone to move on.  What was really surprising to me is that a driver is allowed to speed up, turn in front of another car and then sit at a green light to prevent that driver from proceeding. I think that's supposed to teach me what it's like to slow up other drivers. Then you can speed up to a good ten miles an hour faster than the posted limit.  All these little lessons are, I suppose, handy driving hints for how to break the law. Sad to say, though, that even speeding did not allow an escape for the Jeep driver.  He quickly went to the back of the line again and I had plenty of time to write down his ODL number.  Should I report him????

DMV

I've been preparing for this day since my driver's license renewal notice arrived a few weeks ago.  I put it on the top of my "to do" pile and kept shuffling it to the top.  Then I realized that my birthday is coming up soon and it was time to really do something about that notice.  So I gathered up my passport, my marriage certificate, a check for $40 and placed them carefully within the pages of my newest paperback.  I felt ready.  I was even mentally prepared.

It was difficult to get a parking place so I was patient.  I got into the line to get a number.  Then I got into the line to tell the clerk why I was there. He gave me my application so I found a place to sit down midst all the rest of the customers who were sitting, standing, milling around, taking tests, and otherwise waiting.  It was noisy and growing warmer every minute.  I used my best printing until I had to pause at the question that was about four lines long and had something to do with did I ever have a license in another name/state/planet and did I ever use it to identify myself or as a means to rent a car and did I remember my mother's maiden name or something like that.  I was stumped.  I asked the people around me if they thought the application had trick questions on it.  They all laughed and seemed to know what question I was on.  They helped me.  After that, I just didn't answer the questions I couldn't understand.

Then the real line waiting part started.  I waited in line to get my eyes tested.  I waited to figure out if I should  sit down and wait for my number to be called.  Then someone told me to wait in what was laughingly called the "express line."  My turn in that line and the sound of my number being called occurred at almost the same time.  Then I breezed through the actual process of having my license renewed by handing over the check and my documents.  She entered stuff into her computer, handed my papers back and then told me to put my application in the blue box at the end of the counter.  It was really easy to find the box because it had a bold sign on it that said "Blue Box."  Then I waited in line to get my picture taken.  I'd carefully fixed my hair for this part, put on fresh lip gloss and practiced my smile in my rear view mirror on the drive over. This was sure to be the best driver's license photo I'd ever had.  Wrong.  I look like my brother Bill on a bad fishing day.

Of course I'd had to go to the bathroom since I was waiting in the first line.  The DMV doesn't make it very clear, and I really don't think they want to, that there is a perfectly clean and serviceable restroom within the building.  But I asked and then wound my way through the even bigger and noisier crowd that now consisted not only of applicants but their babies, grandparents and biker dude uncles as well.  It was hot. It was loud.  And it smelled funny in there.  The restroom, however, was cool, clean and empty.  I half thought about spending an hour or so in its quiet confines but I was getting really hungry.  So I took a deep breath and then had the endless joy of walking out of the DMV building and working my way through the crowd that was now spilling out onto the sidewalk of the building. Someone waited patiently for my parking spot which I was happy to relinquish.

Clare's New Dress

I used to sew a lot.  Amy wore lots of homemade clothes when she was little and I completed plenty of  my own outfits along with crafts of all kinds. I particularly remember a Spiderman (or was it Superman?) blanket that I stayed up way late into the night to get finished for a gift for Brian.

Sewing wasn't easy for me.  It took years before I figured out that reading the pattern carefully went a long way toward completing a project without tedious time spent in ripping out. When I finally broke down and started basting things together before putting in the final seams, I truly realized the worth of doing things the long way.

But I haven't taken on a sewing project for a really long time.  It just isn't as practical to sew anymore.  Patterns and material and notions cost a lot of money.  Sewing things at home isn't as cost efficient as it used to be.  Maybe that's why the dress I just finished for Clare (the new American Girl doll) cost around $20.00 and two trips to the fabric store to make.  The dress fits an 18" doll but it might as well have been a ball gown for a real live Cinderella for all the sweat that went into it.  The thread on the machine kept breaking because I didn't recall the correct way to load the bobbin.  I ran out of thread and had to fill the bobbin and rethread the machine at least three times.  That's a real challenge since I can  barely, just BARELY see the eye of the needle.  I had to rip out and replace one sleeve and, remember, this is a doll dress so the sleeve consisted of only three inches of material to work with.  Still, imagine how tricky it is to get that eased in sleeve properly placed on the machine for stitching.  And it's not easy to press tiny seams open.  Thank goodness the velcro fastening the back of the bodice together didn't give me any problems.  I had this horror that I'd have to rip stitches out of velcro and that, I'm sure, is a seamstress's nightmare.

But a new dress awaits Clare who will be here along with the family tomorrow for a Labor Day weekend barbecue.  Now I just keep my fingers crossed that the ultra picky Alicia will like it. And it only took an hour flat on my back on the couch to straighten out the kinks in my neck and shoulders from leaning over  a hot sewing machine.